Sometimes love just ain't enough

Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
Patty Smyth

Now, I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to use you
just to have somebody by my side.
And I don't want to hate you,
I don't want to take you, but I don't
want to be the one to cry.
And that don't really matter to anyone anymore.
But like a fool I keep losing my place
and I keep seeing you walk through that door.

But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just aint enough.

Now, I could never change you, I don't want to blame you.
Baby, you don't have to take the fall.
Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you.
Maybe I just want to have it all.

It makes a sound like thunder, it makes me feel like rain.
And like a fool who will never see the truth,
I keep thinking something's gonna change.

And there's no way home, when it's late at
night and you're all alone.
Are there things that you wanted to say?
And do you feel me beside you in your bed,
there beside you, where I used to lay?

And there's a danger in loving somebody too much,
and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch.
There's a reason why people don't stay who they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.
Baby, sometimes, love... it just ain't enough.

Time and time again this is brought home.

But really, shouldn't it? Shouldn't it be enough?

She aches.

She does not survive limbo well this woman. In fact the last time she had to she almost self destructed. She only survived it that time because she was propped up by many shining stars.

She realised things were not great. She voluntarily put herself in limbo because she saw no other way. She was proud of herself this time. She had taken that step back, and here she was in limbo again, but with the ability to function, to laugh, to smile. She thought perhaps this part of growing up wasn't so bad, she's learning to deal with grace. She was keeping her head while her heart was in flux. She was alright.

Then today arrives and she realises that all this time she has been ok because she has been dealing with the logical part of limbo. The part that makes sense. The practicality of it all. And that now her heart needs to catch up. Herein lies the difficulty.

She wishes it were different, that she believed he would be able to get past this. She still hopes, she after all sees the glass half full. She sees him, flaws and all. She loves parts of him. She is not so sure about the other bits as she worries that they may not survive these bits together. She is in some ways scared of him. She is sad that they may decide to part. She wants to clap, but it takes two hands. And his hand is too bitter and too insecure to meet hers.

She aches.

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